Wednesday, October 06, 2010

...and the bronze medal goes to...

...my bride, and I.

It was eight years ago today that we gave in and became a legally recognized domestic partnership in the State of Oregon. Since then there have been Chinese orphans, diverticulitis, cat yack, about a cubic kilometer of filthy diapers, and hard choices about music and where everything goes in the china cabinet.

But through it all, you have ever been my strong arm, my clear voice, my encompassing mind, my open heart. What I am, as good a man, as loving a husband, as giving a father, I owe to you as much or more than to myself.

These have been good years.

In the words we spoke on our wedding day, Donne's words,

"Now, as in Tullia's tomb, one lamp burnt clear, Unchanged for fifteen hundred year, May these love-lamps we here enshrine,In warmth, light, lasting, equal the divine. Fire ever doth aspire,And makes all like itself, turns all to fire,But ends in ashes ; which these cannot do,For none of these is fuel, but fire too.

This is joy's bonfire, then, where love's strong artsMake of so noble individual partsOne fire of four inflaming eyes, and of two loving hearts."Happy Anniversary, love.